FROM THE ASHES, WE RISE [The Empire]

Mist spilled from Pyralis' mouth which was split in a cruel grin. Her golden eyes gleamed in the light of a full moon as the clouds shifted in the sky. The Abraxas were victorious and now they would claim their prize. Part of her worried for her children. Were they doing ok? It seemed Asharya's independent spirit got the better of her as she hadn't followed them to the Battlefield. She sighed internally. It was just like Asharya to disobey her and run back to help her brother with Dragoste. She'd heard of the mother's curse, of having a child just like you were so you could know your mothers pain but in truth she felt a bit of pride. Her daughter was growing independent and free-spirited.

Her steps slowed and she fell behind Amon. How had time moved so fast? It felt like just days ago her pups were nursing at her side and now she felt as though her time as a mother was coming to an end. That quickly. Pyralis felt her heart stir but she could not name the emotion nor did she wish to entertain it. Lifting her head up high she picked up her pace to fall in line with her brother as they made their way back to Dragoste.

When they arrived Amon howled out his victory. A sound that would surely haunt the dreams of the remaining Dragoste members and they learned their alpha had fallen. Pyralis moved to take her own seat and wait for the others to arrive.